“Where are you going to, my pretty maid?”
“I’m going a-voting, Sir,” she said.
“I’ll be your escort, my pretty maid.”
“I need not trouble you, Sir,” she said.
“Then will you not vote for me, my pretty maid?”
“Tell me your policy, Sir,” she said.
“Concession and cowardice, my pretty maid.”
“Out of the question, Sir,” she said.
“Yet they are the cheapest, my pretty maid.”
“Not in the long run, Sir,” she said.